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Job 3

Louis Segond 1910 · Berean Standard Bible

3:1

Après cela, Job ouvrit la bouche et maudit le jour de sa naissance.

After this, Job opened his mouth and cursed the day of his birth.

3:2

Il prit la parole et dit:

And this is what he said:

3:3

Périsse le jour où je suis né,

“May the day of my birth perish, and the night it was said, ‘A boy is conceived.’

3:4

Ce jour! Qu’il se change en ténèbres,

If only that day had turned to darkness! May God above disregard it; may no light shine upon it.

3:5

Que l’obscurité et l’ombre de la mort s’en emparent,

May darkness and gloom reclaim it, and a cloud settle over it; may the blackness of the day overwhelm it.

3:6

Cette nuit! Que les ténèbres en fassent leur proie,

If only darkness had taken that night away! May it not appear among the days of the year; may it never be entered in any of the months.

3:7

Que cette nuit devienne stérile,

Behold, may that night be barren; may no joyful voice come into it.

3:8

Qu’elle soit maudite par ceux qui maudissent les jours,

May it be cursed by those who curse —those prepared to rouse Leviathan.

3:9

Que les étoiles de son crépuscule s’obscurcissent,

May its morning stars grow dark; may it wait in vain for daylight; may it not see the breaking of dawn.

3:10

Car elle n’a pas fermé le sein qui me conçut,

For that night did not shut the doors of the womb to hide the sorrow from my eyes.

3:11

Pourquoi ne suis-je pas mort dans le ventre de ma mère?

Why did I not perish at birth; why did I not die as I came from the womb?

3:12

Pourquoi ai-je trouvé des genoux pour me recevoir,

Why were there knees to receive me, and breasts that I should be nursed?

3:13

Je serais couché maintenant, je serais tranquille,

For now I would be lying down in peace; I would be asleep and at rest

3:14

Avec les rois et les grands de la terre,

with kings and counselors of the earth, who built for themselves cities now in ruins,

3:15

Avec les princes qui avaient de l’or,

or with princes who had gold, who filled their houses with silver.

3:16

Ou je n’existerais pas, je serais comme un avorton caché,

Or why was I not hidden like a stillborn child, like an infant who never sees daylight?

3:17

Là ne s’agitent plus les méchants,

There the wicked cease from raging, and there the weary find rest.

3:18

Les captifs sont tous en paix,

The captives enjoy their ease; they do not hear the voice of the oppressor.

3:19

Le petit et le grand sont là,

Both small and great are there, and the slave is freed from his master.

3:20

Pourquoi donne-t-il la lumière à celui qui souffre,

Why is light given to the miserable, and life to the bitter of soul,

3:21

Qui espèrent en vain la mort,

who long for death that does not come, and search for it like hidden treasure,

3:22

Qui seraient transportés de joie

who rejoice and greatly exult when they reach the grave?

3:23

A l’homme qui ne sait où aller,

Why is life given to a man whose way is hidden, whom God has hedged in?

3:24

Mes soupirs sont ma nourriture,

I sigh when food is put before me, and my groans pour out like water.

3:25

Ce que je crains, c’est ce qui m’arrive;

For the thing I feared has overtaken me, and what I dreaded has befallen me.

3:26

Je n’ai ni tranquillité, ni paix, ni repos,

I am not at ease or quiet; I have no rest, for trouble has come.”